I think I'm gonna have to go to church or something after this. My friends requested this and so I wrote it for them. This is the best and worst (smut) chapter I've ever written. So, prepare yourselves.

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London carefully walked around the hall tightly holding her gun in her hands and not taking her eyes off the hostages as if her life depended on it. Everyone at the mint was busy- whether it would be grieving the loss of your friend or fucking each other in the bathroom as if the police weren't trying to put them behind bars as fast as possible.

London was the only one on hostage duty and she was taking the job seriously. The hostages feared her more than anyone right now because they knew what she could do when she pushed towards her limits. Everyone kept their heads down and didn't make eye contact with anyone for even a second.

But there was one hostage who just couldn't keep his mouth shut. He had to act like the fucking hero even though he was scared as shit the entire time. And you already know who it was. The person we all want to see burn in hell.

Arturo moved closer to one of the hostages and started whispering. "Hey..." The hostage was about an 18-year-old boy who was scared more than everyone combined. He flinched as Arturo moved towards him and wished that London wouldn't hear them. But Arturo moved to him because he thought he could help him with his plan. "...you want to get out of this hell hole, right?"

Arturo whispered as London walked past him with her back turned on him. While he was talking to the boy, he didn't look at him, just violently looked around like a person on drugs. "We can do it, right? The both of us, we just need to get her to leave..." He secretly pointed at London.

London suddenly turned her head and already knowing who was speaking, she smirked and walked over to Arturo at the slowest pace possible as he didn't make eye contact with her. "Ay, Arturo..." He kept his head down not daring to look up at the fearful woman. "...didn't you learn that one lesson in kindergarten?" She leaned down to look at him. "Don't speak when not asked?"

Arturo didn't lift his head up as he hoped she would just walk away and let him be. But she wasn't about to do that. She, like everyone else, was sick of his shit and wanted to teach him a lesson. Besides, if she would have done something to him now, she would have had a good excuse.

This was her chance to show everyone that she wasn't here to fuck around. Days spent in such an environment could make a person go crazy and, unfortunately, for London it happened and she was acting unseemly.

"Arturo, how many times will you make me and my family deal with your crap, huh?" She sarcastically asked as she stood back up and tilted her head. "When will you learn, or will we have to teach you like a 5-year-old?"

Arturo's breath trembled as he understood that the woman was way too big to say something but him being the stupid-ass self that he is, he shot back at her with a whisper even though it was useless since London was gonna hear him the same. "You're only here because you're Berlin's whore. You're not the same as others, you're just pathetic and-"

He started ranting at her as he lifted his head up and seemed as if he was about to stand up and tackle her to the ground but London calmly pointed her gun at him as he held his breath and sat back at the same place he was. "I would shut up if I were you, Arturito. If you continue, your days will be counted. One more word and I pull the trigger."

Arturo didn't say a single word as he held his hands up in defense. But he wasn't as scared as he was before, he didn't fear London the same way he did others. And since London knew that, she wanted to fix it.

"You're calling me Berlin's whore, huh?" She asked. "Well, you're not really wrong there, are you? You're not wrong, right?" She was clearly trying to get him to talk so that she could do what she wanted. "Right, Arturo?"

Arturo shook his head with a silent whisper. "N-no..."

And just like that, London shot into the sky making everyone shriek and fall on the ground covering their heads with their hands. London didn't even check up as she didn't take off her look of Arturo for even a second. "I told you, you speak- you go. Another word and the next bullet goes through you."

Arturo didn't let another sound as he looked down at the ground and London proudly looked at him. "I hope you understand now...Arturito."

"London!" Berlin's voice suddenly rang out through the huge hall. His echo was heard by everyone everywhere perfectly as London lifted her head and saw how he was standing at the top of the stairs in shock. Her facial expression soon changed into worried as she saw him going down the stairs.

She thought that she was in big trouble, messing around with him for no valid reason. She followed Berlin down the stairs with her eyes wishing that she might get away with this.

"Berlin, I-I just..." But before she could finish Berlin walked over to her and took her by her hand dragging her across the hall and around the corner to a small office room. London could feel the anxiety rushing through her body as she walked inside the room and turned around to look at him.

"What were you doing out there?" He asked slowly turning around to look at her. His voice was a lot calmer and collected as he examined the scared London.

"I-I just wanted to show that piece of shit that he shouldn't act around like a fucking hero." London ranted as she put her hand on her forehead. "And so I shot but I literally didn't do anything wrong, please I-"

"London, hey, it's okay." Berlin lightly chuckled as he walked over to her and took her hands in his and brought them closer to his chest. "You did nothing wrong, you're especially attractive when you act so threatening..." 

London's breath hitched as she slowly moved her eyes away from Berlin's eyes and down to his lips. She slowly put her gun away and moved closer to his face whispering as quietly as possible. "So, you're not mad at me?"

Berlin smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "Not at all." And just like that, London immediately smashed her lips against his. He ran his fingers through her hair more as she comfortingly put her hands on his face and cupped it.

London unzipped her jumpsuit as Berlin helped her pull it down leaving her with only a t-shirt, bra, and underwear. They didn't break the kiss as Berlin let London down on the table and London unzipped his jumpsuit tracing her fingers down his muscular body. He broke the kiss to take it off for a split second but that's all it took for London to take off her shirt.

Berlin continued to kiss her going down her neck and chest as London softly moaned with pleasure. She quickly undid her bra and threw it to the other side of the room as Berlin took off his shirt. He quickly began kissing London down at his stomach and moving upwards. "Uh, yes!" London moaned as he kissed her neck.

Finally, they took off their underwear. They tried not breaking the kiss for even a second as Berlin kissed down London's neck and she held his neck moaning louder and louder. "Uh, yes, yes!"

Berlin pulled away for seconds from the kisses with smiles. "You need to...to be quieter...mi amor..."

But London didn't stop and continued not caring about that at all. "Fuck that." She moaned. "Harder! Don't stop!" Berlin listened to her commands and began going harder. London moaned even louder clearly not caring about everything else.

London had her arm on Berlin's cold neck as he thrusted against her kissing her neck. London moaned louder and louder by the second. "Harder, Andres, harder!"

He went even harder as London almost yelled and gasped for air. "Too hard?" He asked not stopping. 

"Not at all." London replied as she moaned lifting her head up. "More."

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